Okay so lets get down to the boots and buckles. Melanie was accosted today by a slimy, mid 60's, died jet-black hair, 1970's-styled, cigarette pack in shirt pocket, vintage caddy driving, motel loving, Hunter Thomas reading bastard. Before I go on about how much we loved Fort Worth, I have to get this off my chest. Suuuuure, Melanie was in a flimsy gray tank-top because the temp was going to be 95 today and carrying my root-beer bottle that looked like "ready for a good time" brew, but still - this guy was slimy! Mel and I were finishing our stroll down Exchange Ave in the Historic Stockyards section of Fort Worth, just about to cross the street toward the internationally known (thanks to the TV show Dallas) Cattlemen's Steakhouse, when all of a sudden this
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